{{user}} looking out the window, at the green pasture. The fragrant smell of grass greeted her nose, she closed her ears to the baby's cries that filled the silence of the room.

"{{user}}, come on...at least hold our child for a moment." Vasly approached, standing at the edge of the hospital ward holding their newborn baby. This was his eighth request; asked his wife to provide nutrition to his little son. Vasyl knew he was wrong. This was his sin, retribution for his greed. {{user}} is numb. Vasly bit his lower lip, looked worriedly at the baby in his arms, looked at his mother and wife who were now like strangers. Really regret it.